no cracks, no breaks

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Keeping his palm and his knife pointed at Hemin, Amun snorted at the other man's assessment. The potter narrowed his eyes. "Clearly." Shaking his head just slightly, he made sure to keep his gaze mostly focused on the taxidermist.

Tensing as the other man reached into his pocket, Amun frowned when Hemin produced a squirrel. The potter peered at it until his gaze traveled back up to the taxidermist's features. As the other man spoke, Amun pressed his lips together. Not responding right away, he took a step back.

Finally he sighed, lowering his hand. The metal of the knife melted and crawled up his wrist, becoming a bracelet once again. "I'm not going to kill you. You were stupid, not malicious, lemon drop, which I can work with." Pinching the bridge of his nose he tapped a foot on the ground. "We'll have to establish some ground rules because some of our residents are much less forgiving and much quicker to violence than I am."

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid